1987-2010

it is as if i have,
spoken about this day
many times before
many hours paid thought
to the event that now must take place

in having mastered the plan
perfect reenactment of the visions
seen through my head countless times
the vision that kept me up numerous nights
an objective that gave me no rest

he kneels
looks up
to the tunnel
that has not light at the end
his end in my hand
the eraser to blot his name from heavens book

my vison and this vengeful reality
leaves him now in the next scene
he accepts the next road
falls picture perfectly backwards
his third eye opens and cries